My psychic medium friends and I were just relaxing, chatting with one another.
Among them was my South African friend, Mike who was a very gifted medium and was ill with terminal cancer. Mike was a practical joker so initially I chalked what happened that afternoon up to one of Mike's practical jokes.
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"Patty, I have someone here with a message for you," he suddenly said.
"OK, who is it?"
"I dunno. Some American dude."
"Well that certainly narrows the field down," I laughed.
"Wait...says his name is Abe."
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I searched my data banks. I couldn't think of anyone in spirit I knew named Abe.
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"He says you wrote a report about him in 6th grade and that when you went to visit him you were eating red lolly and tried to sit in his lap."
I'D NEVER TOLD A LIVING SOUL ABOUT THAT! Yes, when I went to visit his memorial (pre 911 days) I'd been eating a red Tootsie Roll Pop and when no one was looking had tried to scale his statue to sit in his lap. And yes, I'd written a report about him in 6th grace. But Mike couldn't have known any of this!
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"You're telling me you have ABRAHAM LINCOLN with a message for me?" I laughed.
"I dunno...some American dude. Oh, he's shaking his head yes." Pause. "Who's Abraham Lincoln?"
We all explained to Mike who Lincoln was.
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This HAD to be one of Mike's practical jokes. As sick as he was, if I could make him happy playing along so be it. I'd go along with the gag.
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"Uh huh," I said, trying desperately to keep a straight face. "And pray tell what does Abe want?"
"He's saying an important letter he wrote was lost. He wants you to try automatic writing and he'll dictate the letter to you." Then I was to send this letter to the Natl. Archives.
"And I'm supposed to tell the Natl. Archives what? That PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN dictated it to me from beyond the grave?" I laughed. "Yeah...I'm sure they'll jump right on that one!"
"He's saying proof that what you've written is legitimate will be uncovered."
OK, time to put an end to Mike's joke. "Well, you tell Abe I don't do automatic writing and I'll pass, thanks."
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I thought that would put an end to "Mike's joke" Boy was I wrong! Abe then went around the room telling each person present something no one knew about them. As I watched their stunned reactions, I thought Wait a minute...what's going on here?!
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Then in the next instant, Mike wasn't Mike. "Abe" was speaking through him delivering the most eloquent speech any of us had ever heard about our Civil War, "men's blood being spilled in the sand" and how if we didn't learn from history we'd be doomed to repeat that Civil War. By the time "Abe" finished his speech there wasn't a dry eye among us. And then we remembered that day was our 4th of July!
It was beginning to dawn on me that maybe this wasn't a practical joke...but Mike had returned to being himself and "Abe" had left the building.
None of us knew what to make of what had just happened.
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A couple of days later I ran into Mike and asked him if the whole thing had been one of his practical jokes. He said it hadn't and even felt sheepish for not knowing who Abraham Lincoln was. I knew Mike was telling the truth...but there wasn't anything I could do to fix things now. What's done was done.
​The years passed and I forgot all about Abe's lost letter...until July, 2007.
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Hubby and I were eating dinner while watching the TV news. Suddenly the TV anchor announced "A long lost letter written by President Abraham Lincoln has just been discovered in the Natl. Archives..."​
Read the Natl. Archives story here
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John literally dove over the dining table to perform the Heimlich Maneuver on me as I was choking on my dinner.
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Holy crap! This was the lost letter Abe had asked to dictate to me and send to the Natl. Archives!
He'd said that proof that what I'd written was legitimate - and here was that proof in writing!
Not only that, he'd warned all of us history would be repeated if we didn't learn from "men's blood being spilled in the sand". The cabal by that time was publicly broadcasting they fully intended to start another Civil War.
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I'd screwed up BIG TIME and to this day I live with the guilt of if I'd done as Abe had asked, could I have done something to prevent a second Civil War?
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There was nothing I could do now, apart from giving Abe an apology for thinking the whole thing was one of Mike's jokes and not doing what he'd asked - which I did that night.
I'd no sooner telepathied that message to Abe when I heard "That's OK love, you didn't know."
HOLY SHIT!!! He was back again?!!
"Ummm...do I dare ask is this really you again?"
"It is. But I know how you like your proof, Patricia. Go to a website and look up pictures of me. And by the way...please call me Lincoln. I never liked the name Abraham and everyone called me Lincoln."
Poof, he was gone.
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I'd already screwed up so badly I wasn't about to risk screwing up a second time. I went to a website about Lincoln and this is the first picture I saw...
HE BEING DEAD YET SPEAKETH?!! Apparenlty Abe doesn't mess around! Not only that, I found a blurb that said he hated being called Abraham so everyone called him "Lincoln", even his wife - as he'd just asked me to do.
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My mind was Jello at this point. I didn't know what to do...so I yelled "HEY! GET YOUR PRESIDENTIAL ASS BACK HERE!"
Laughter, gales of shrill laughter followed by "You don't have to shout, love. I'm dead not deaf."
"Why did you come to me about your lost letter?" I asked.
"Because we share a bond."
"What bond?"
"You're a smart cookie. You'll figure it out." Poof, he was gone again.
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I spent the next two weeks trying to figure out what bond he could possibly have been referring to. As a little kid I'd visited his Springfield home and upon entering a parlor in the house, stopped the entire tour by announcing "Eddie died in here."
Springfield House parlor that was formerly Eddie Lincoln's bedroom
After recovering her senses, the tour guide said "Yes, he did...but how did you know that?"
"He just told me," I answered, as if dead people talking to one were the most normal thing in the world.
But surely there had to be more to it than that or the fact many people liked Lincoln as much as I did.
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I got an idea and called an Australian medium friend.
"I need you to try to connect with someone for me," I explained. "Without knowing who it is you're connecting with."
"I'll try," she agreed. "Gee sis, this man has wonderful energy!"
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Well she got that he was male and his energy right...
"Ask him what the bond is."
"Sis? He's saying you're the second and showing me a baker??"
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Papers were flying through the air around me as I searched for the paper I'd written his sons names on.
Second son...Eddie BAKER Lincoln.
"Wait...is he saying I was his second son, Eddie?" I asked, incredulous.
She began laughing..."Yup, that's what he's saying! Oh sis you should see how hard he's laughing at the look on your face right now!""
"Yeah...hilarious."
"Who is this I have?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Abraham Lincoln."
"Oh." Pause. "Wasn't he one of your American Presidents or something?"
I guess the Australians knew only slightly more about Lincoln than the South Africans did.
Was the biggest skeptic in the world here buying that I was the reincarnation of Eddie Lincoln? Not for a heartbeat. In fact, I set about to DISPROVE it - even going so far as to consult a very well known psychic to get her read on it. I said nothing to her about this "bond" or Lincoln or Eddie whatsoever.
She was about 2 minutes into her read when she came out with "You're the reincarnation of one of the Lincoln boys...Eddie I believe. Yes, they're confirming Eddie."
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Still wasn't buying it so I sat down to try to disprove it historically. Eddie was about to turn 4 years old when he died of the respiratory ailment, tuberculosis. (Or at least that's what they believed at the time. Now it's more likely he died of thyroid cancer.) Anyway, because he died so young very little was or is known about him or recorded about him historically speaking. Linc (as I was now calling Lincoln) had told me a little about him that was never known or recorded.
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I found 3 pages worth of synchronicities between Eddie and I in spite of the fact little is known about him and at that point, threw my hands in the air.
At 1 month shy of turning 4, Eddie died of a respiratory ailment. At that same age I nearly died of pnuemonia.
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At Eddie's age I went to Lincoln School, played in Lincoln Park and my dad's practice was upstairs from the Lincoln pharmacy. The pharmacy was owned by a man named ED Wavro, that treated me like his own daughter.
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My grandparents lived on BAKER Road, photo at right.
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Linc had told me that he used to take Eddie to buy his favorite candy - black licorice and his favorite drink - root beer.
My two favorites as well.
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Eddie and I even shared identical stories of wanting to adopt stray cats, our stepmothers (both named Mary) said absolutely not but our dads intervened and we both got our stray cats.
I was in for yet another surprise on the Lincoln front. Eventually Linc told me we were related by blood.
My response to him was "GET OUTTA TOWN! Quit BSing me."
"Check it out for yourself," he challenged.
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My husband was a genealogist so I had him check it out. Sure enough, through my grandparents side of the family who lived on Baker Road, Linc and I were related by blood. He was my several times over great uncle. And then there was that weird Civil War connection I'd had going since Gettysburg...
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Linc became very protective of me. The wife of a CIA agent and I were discussing what we'd discovered about the cabal and their New World Order agenda and the fact they'd made several attempts on my life already to silence me. A military veteran standing near us came over and just laid into me for even suggesting the country HE'D fought for could in no way be what I was saying it was. The wife of the CIA agents told him "You should listen to her. She knows what she's talking about."
I offered to show him proof of what I was claiming. He said he didn't want to see any of my proof. He then said it was a damn shame the government hadn't succeeded in killing me.
This really hurt given what I'd already sacrificed, that I'm sure was far worse than anything in his military service had been, even if he'd served on the front lines.
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That night I was in tears over what he'd said. Linc came zooming down to console me, explaining that he underwent many such attacks during his lifetime. "What you have to realize is that they're not attacking YOU. They're attacking out of the fear that somewhere inside them they know you're right. They're attacking our of their own fear."
Janet White
Linc taught me how to handle such attacks as he had - by just withdrawing from everyone temporarily while I recognized the attack for what it really was - their own fear and not about me personally. That didn't excuse their behavior...but it did allow me to put these attacks in their proper perspective.
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Nor was Linc the least bit bashful with my friends. On nights we'd have chick chats he felt most comfortable in joining us and my gal pals loved him. He'd even give them hair and makeup advice.
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My friend, Janet White was in one of these chick chats the first time Linc joined us.
She had no idea who she was communicating with but finally asked me "Who is this I have?"
"Ask him," I suggested.
Pause. "OMG! I HAVE ABRAHAM LINCOLN?!! THE ABRAHAM LINCOLN? PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!! MY HAIR'S A MESS! OMG I HAVE THE ABRAHAM LINCOLN!
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I was cracking up. It took a full ten minutes to calm poor Janet down.
"Wait a minute!" she finally said. "Why would Abraham Lincoln be coming through with a message for YOU?"
"Ask him."
Lonnnnnnng pause. "OMG! YOU'RE RELATED TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN?!! WHY DIDN'T YOU EVER TAL ME YOU WERE RELATED TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN?!!" and we were off on a Janet roll again.
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Whenever I needed help I knew I could count on Linc. One very hot summer day we were driving back from one of John's medical appointments when our water pump went out on the Interstate. This was in the day before cell phones and we had our dog with us. We were miles from the nearest town and both disabled so neither of us would make it trying to hike to the nearest town and no one woud stop to help us.
Finally I said to John "OK you're going to think I've lost it but I can only think of one more thing to do or we're all going to cook sitting in this van in this heat. LINC WE NEED YOUR HELP!"
John look at me as though I'd lost all my marbles - until less than 2 minutes later, a LINCOLN County deputy pulled up behind us and called a tow truck for us.
John stared at me for a moment and muttered "Jesus Christ, you really DO talk to him!"
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Within under two hours we were on the road again.
Eventually, Linc told me he was going to reincarnate.
"Are you coming back as Lincoln?" I asked.
He blew a gasket, yelling at the top of his lungs "THERE WAS
ONLY ONE LINCOLN AND THERE WILL ONLY EVER BE ONE LINCOLN!"
"Jesus, calm down!" I said. "It was just an innocent question! I only wanted to know how I'd recognize you when you do incarnate!"
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He told me he'd incarnate within my family and I'd know it was him by the name they gave the baby. But I discovered why he was so teed off. Dubya Bush Jr. and his cohorts had begun comparing themselves to Linc. Scott Horton: So Bush is another Lincoln?
Obama followed suit, comparing himself to Lincoln. I didn't blame Linc for being riled up about this, given both Dubya and Obama were Illuminati deep staters.
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At the time, there was only one possibility of him reincarnating within my family as my niece was the only one pregnant. I'd told my sister about Linc, that he'd reincarnate within the family and that we'd know him by the name the baby was given. My sister looked at me like I'd completely lost my marbles - until months later when she nearly broke down my front door, screaming "THEY'RE NAMING THE BABY LINK!"
Before he was born, my niece had me do a read on Link. I told her he'd have many of Linc's traits. She and her then husband were both on the shorter side and she wanted to know if he'd be tall. I told her he'd be at least as tall as Lincoln himself was - 6'3" or 6'4". He's now mid teens, stands over 6' currently and is still growing.
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Eddie Lincoln's birthday was March 10th. My niece went into labor on March 10th and I'd predicted he'd be born on March 10th. But my sister was in the process of redecorating her house and having new carpet laid so said to Linc "Wait 2 days until the redecorating is done! PLEASE!" My niece's labor stopped and Link was born 2 days later on March 12th.
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He had Lincoln's traits from the day he was born. At age 2, his favorite TV show was Wheel of Fortune. He'd sit glued to the TV like a statue, solving puzzle after puzzle. While most kids loved the playground, Link loved the museum and library. He was always the first kid to take the underdog under his wing and befriend them. He loves animals, especially cats.
And I noticed something odd after Link was born. I'd followed the reports of hauntings by Lincoln. Those hauntings all seemed to stop, especially at the White House. I haven't seen a report on a Lincoln haunting since.
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When I learned of Jmmanuel's cast of various characters, I asked him so who was Linc? He or Lincoln?
He told me I'd had both he and the real Linc, about a 50/50 split between the two of them.
Did I agree with everything Linc did as President? Absolutely not! While Illinoisans lionize him, nothing much was ever made of Lincoln’s sanctioned hanging of thirty-eight Dakota Indians in December 1862 - which was inexcusable under any circumstances in my eyes.
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Yet though fraught with the immense challenges of civil war and national division, Lincoln's Presidency ultimately reshaped the United States. His dedication to preserving the Union, abolishing slavery, and redefining American values left an indelible mark on the nation’s history.
It's more than I could have done in his shoes.